A/N: Something I forgot to mention last chapter: this story is 100% sex-positive. My philosophy: if you want to have sex, go for it, but make sure you use protection and everything due to STDs, but if you don't want to have sex, then don't. Nobody should judge your choice. If you want to wait for marriage, go for it dude! But if you want to have sex casually, go on and get some, dude! It is your body, and your choice. However, sexual assault and sexual harassment are never ok. Consent is really important. No means no. This has been a PSA.
Anyway... Check the Polyvore if you want.
It was approaching exactly two years since Elsa and Calypso had met, and the blonde was nervous. She had something special planned. Something that she hoped would lead to her never being alone; ever in her immortal life. This was the second to last step in most relationships.
Elsa was going to ask Calypso to marry her. She knew that they were both young, but she wanted to do so before she became a goddess, so that it was just the two of them, and there was no real pressure on Calypso to say yes. Elsa understood that she was underage, but she wouldn't have the actual wedding until she were immortal, if Calypso did say yes. Anyhow, age didn't matter. Technically, Calypso was thousands of years old. Mentally, Elsa was older than most, however, she did remember that it was alright to be a kids sometimes. After all, if she didn't relax every once in a while, Elsa might have a breakdown or just explode. It was important for her to relieve pressure.
Calypso and Elsa's relationship was more mature than most teens' relationships. They lived together, in a sense, when Elsa was at Camp Half-Blood, and the two slept in the same bed, also sleeping together in the other sense. The two went on dates still, but they also had the simplistic moments together.
They practiced sparring together, had snowball fights, went ice skating, sat by the campfire together at night, etc. The point being, they were happy together. Elsa was the happiest she'd ever been in her whole life, which wasn't saying a lot, to be honest. However, Calypso knew this and was honored that Elsa spent the happiest time of her life in a loving, committed relationship with her. Elsa hoped that this would mean that Calypso would accept her marriage proposal. But she was still very nervous about this giant leap for their relationship, so she climbed the hill she'd fled to all those years ago when she was only thirteen. In September, it would be five years since that had occurred, but Elsa could still remember how afraid she'd been as if it had been the day before. She remembered how Nico had come to get her. The two still spent time together. Their relationship was easy and relaxed. Boring in fact. The two were happy, however. Five years though… The two of them had known each other for five years, as well as been friends. The time that Elsa had known Calypso was only a fraction of that. But Elsa didn't need to be with Calypso for ten years before knowing that she wanted to marry her. She knew that a lot of same-sex couples remained together for a long time before getting married. But this was a special case. Anyhow, plenty of straight people got engaged after eight months. For Elsa and Calypso, it had been a year and four months. Their love was real, and so beautiful. They were the perfect couple, loving each other so naturally. They were in synch. Soulmates.
Elsa hadn't planned Calypso a ring right away. After all, Calypso had to approve of the ring, since if she said yes; she'd be wearing it for all of eternity. Elsa was merely going to give her a flower made of ice, crafted by her own hands after hours and hours of concentration and several discarded attempts. Nico'd been putting pieces of rejects into his ice water for a while, which frustrated Elsa further, especially because he found it humorous. She'd rolled her eyes at him, and when the mocking got too annoying, she froze his entire glass of water, which meant that he had to let it thaw and/or get another. Malice and rudeness was not actually intended in their actions; they were just enjoying fun sibling banter. In fact, Nico was the first person to know that Elsa wanted to propose to Calypso. Reyna was the next person. The two offered advice for her. They also gave her the courage she needed to actually decide to do such a thing.
Everyone who knew—basically all of Elsa's good friends: Nico, Reyna, Piper, Annabeth, Hazel, Percy, and Frank—understood that this was soon for a teen relationship, but that Elsa and Calypso's was a special case; that Aphrodite had planned for this to happen. However, if this were a normal relationship, the two would probably wait until after they'd finished college and had stable jobs before even thinking about marriage. So, for this reason, Elsa was nervous. Calypso was physically a year older than Elsa (they thought; they actually weren't completely sure), and she had been immortal already. The young queen fretted over whether or not her girlfriend was ready to go back into that. It was Percy who made Elsa stop worrying about that.
"Look Elsa, the only reason Calypso didn't like being immortal was because it was a punishment." Percy pointed out. "She was trapped on the island and forced to fall in love with every demigod who visited, and then have them torn away from her, and then she had to nurse a broken heart. Now she's with you; her soulmate. Both of you have thawed your frozen hearts; your literal, and her figurative. I've seen the way she looks at you. The only match for the amount of love in her eyes is the way you look at her. I don't know if I've ever seen soulmates, but the two of you definitely are, or the closest thing, at least. Of course Calypso would want to be with you forever. She's going to want to marry you, Elsa. I promise." Elsa looked up from her hands in her lap, meeting Percy's sea green eyes, and smiling softly.
"Thank you." She murmured, going back to the shy girl she used to be so long ago. Only Calypso did this to her. Only Calypso truly made her nervous anymore. Elsa had met Hades before, and was not fazed. In fact, she'd met all of the major gods before, and was completely fine. However, the prospect of asking her loving girlfriend to marry her was the thing that made her shy and nervous.
Nico got a kick out of that, but then Elsa reminded him that he got nervous around Percy still. The two clearly liked each other, but neither one of them was doing anything about it. There were just lingering gazes of longing. Elsa was secretly enjoying this, while it made Nico blush red as a ruby.
Once the two year anniversary of their meeting came upon them, Elsa was so nervous; she feared that she'd be too afraid to do it. She'd made plans so perfect and precise. She'd reserved places at just the perfect times… Elsa feared she'd vomit and ruin everything.
But there they were, entering the Britannia Hotel in Trondheim, Norway for their dinner. Elsa had reserved the beautiful dining room, and selected the music to be playing during their meal. She'd requested certain decorations as well, and for there to be enough room for them to be able to dance if they wished. Elsa allowed enough time for their meal, dessert, and dancing before they had to move onto the next place, where the actual proposal would take place.
The couple was well dressed. Elsa's dress was one of a kind—a gift from Aphrodite (who had perhaps become Elsa's patron goddess through all of this). It was a strapless cocktail dress with a peacock green silk skirt and a sheer black overlay of the skirt. The bodice was in a peacock style with gold, purple and sequins on top of the peacock green. Her shoes contrasted this quite a bit. They were silver peep toed heels with sequins around the toe and heel. Elsa's diamond choker was in an intricate but symmetrical design, and a center. This, along with her hair in the bun her mother always wore, made her look older, rather than merely seventeen. Perhaps twenty even. How old she looked was furthered by the fact that she wore her diadem. Elsa only used a little bit of black eyeliner on her eyes. She wore Nico's ring, as always. But in a box hidden in the place where she would propose, lay the rings Elsa would propose with. One was for her, the other was for Calypso. These were from Hephaestus. Elsa had cried upon receiving them marveling at their beauty, ditching the idea of an ice flower.
Calypso's attire, while not as mature as Elsa was trying to look, was also beautiful. It was a pink dress with a high waist. The bodice was covered with a silver and pink lace; the skirt covered in a tulle material. Her silvery-white peep toed pumps had silver lace over them. Calypso's necklace was a crystal flowered charm choker, going well with the rhinestone stretch bracelet on her wrist. Her eyeliner was black, and her eyelashes had mascara on them, but here was the tiniest hint of silver on the inner corners of her eyes. Calypso's caramel colored hair was held out of her face by a pale pink floral headband with pink and clear rhinestones.
As Elsa walked her to the dining room, the young queen couldn't help but wonder how she'd ever managed to win Calypso's heart. The heart of a woman so beautiful—inside and out. Throughout their meal, Elsa admired the woman that she wished to become her life partner. Of course, she didn't want to marry her until everyone else could get married in the country. Meaning queer people.
More and more states were legalizing same-sex marriage, but Elsa wanted to wait until every state guaranteed the right to marry for everyone until she would take Calypso as her wife. Just being engaged would be an honor, and she'd be happy with that for a very long time. Just however long it took, Calypso's promise would be all that Elsa needed. While her heart was thawed, she couldn't just let go of her soulmate. Few people have their true love chosen for them by the goddess of love, after all. Calypso and Elsa were meant to be, she figured.
"Elsa, wow." Calypso breathed as she looked around the dining room. Blue and white Christmas lights wrapped around the palm trees and columns. Different snow and flower scented candles sat along the railings surrounding their dining area with the fountain, which held white water lilies and lily pads. The table was set carefully, with the finest silverware and dishes. The centerpiece was a bouquet of snowdrops and lavender roses. The lighting, not including the decorations, was dim, as to create a beautiful and romantic atmosphere. "You didn't have to do all of this for me. I'm your girlfriend. You don't have to try to impress me anymore." Her eyes were shining, and her smile was enchanted with everything around them, as if they were inside the cave of wonders itself, so Elsa knew that Calypso actually loved the big fuss she'd made. The caramel haired girl actually only disliked being spoiled to this degree because she felt that she had nothing else to return the favor, and that she really only actually needed Elsa's love, and that was it, but the young queen liked to spoil Calypso, explaining that her girlfriend only needed to give her love to Elsa in return. Elsa liked to give Calypso everything because she felt that her girlfriend deserved everything. Frankly, they could do without the expensive dates, but they just liked them, because they both liked nice things. It wasn't like Elsa couldn't afford them, so why couldn't they be fancy? Anyway, they went on plenty of simple dates.
"I know. I just want things to be nice for my love." Elsa pecked Calypso on the lips, the two smiling.
"Yes, but you've gone above and beyond, my dear." Calypso pointed out. "This is all so, so beautiful. Are you sure that there's no special occasion?"
"Any date with you is special to me." Elsa murmured. The two sat down at their opposite ends of the circular table. Calypso gazed at her girlfriend, wondering what on earth she'd ever done to deserve someone as beautifully wonderful as Elsa. How had Aphrodite led her to someone so perfect? Calypso supposed she'd never know, but as long as she was with Elsa, she'd never want to waste their time together.
A/N: If you, personally, don't like the word queer to refer to LGBT+ people and are LGBT+ yourself, I am sorry, as some people don't like that word.